In the not so distant future, just can't when although I think about you time and time again. Soon we'll meet becoming the best friends, you are my Godsend.
You'll probably laugh when I try to croon for your lovely heart I come to swoon, even though I'm off tune it will be soon, I'll be placing a ring on your finger the stone will be the moon.
When we have our tryst, our own paradise, in the midst becoming inflamed from the first kiss, I believe you know the gist.
For now I pray, I wish, I'll even fish for a way to come to you such an enchanting dish. But I can definitely say... Soonish.